The Journal of Jonathon Lindey From the main part of the journal - Page 6
The next few days were uneventful. I heard on the grapevine that my report was being discussed at the highest levels, but I wasn't asked to elucidate on any of the matters contained therein. The weekend came and went and on the Monday morning I was summoned into my manager's office. On his desk lay my report. He smiled as he saw me looking at it, waved me to a seat and lit his pipe. "Well", he announced, "I have both good news and bad!" The good news, it seemed, was that the higher authorities had been very impressed with my spotting and investigating the Crystal Falls anomaly. As a result a commendation had been affixed to my personal file, and a bonus had been awarded. The bad news was that the matter was not going to be taken any further. In terms of the census, the town was too small to skew any of the figures and the consensus was that the matters I had unearthed were really for the police to investigate, not the Bureau. And therein lay the rub. The Bureau felt there was a case to be investigated by the police, but because it involved confidential census forms we could not provide any evidence of our allegations. Unofficially, I was told that the Head of the Bureau had raised the matter over lunch with a high ranking legal official, but was told that they couldn't take it up without some sort of proof of allegations. "So", concluded my manager, "like the report of the late Mr McCandlass, your report is to be filed - but hopefully not misfiled!" We discussed the issue a bit further, but it was clear that the decision was final, and after a while the talk came round to other matters involving my work. As we parted, he commented that I was looking a little under the weather and that I should feel free to take a short holiday if I so wished. So there the matter lies. And yet I do not feel that we have heard the end of it. Once or twice I have caught glimpses of a black cab, drawn by black horses. Whether it is the same one that tried to run me down I do not know. It may be that I am now sensitised to black cabs, and I am merely noticing what has been there all the time. In any event I feel that it is necessary, if only for my own sanity, to get these facts down in a journal. If further events unfold in the coming weeks and months I will use this journal to keep a record.
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